Skinny Puppy The Centre Bullet Lyrics:
Dead shot through the temple in the temple heard
the preacher screech! I bored you full of holes,
Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you
swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled
up to the altar. I watched the tabernacle choir
bawling in a bath of sacramental wine... You laced
it, but it tastes just fine to me! Yes, it's 89 -
's' a good year... Let's hear it now for good old
(bittersweet) '89... Let's hear it now for good
old '89. We took our seats, we watched them
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stringing up a chicken (kept on kicking) as they
kicked away the chair... They fed it strychnine!
We kept on staring, sick and sordid, as you pulled
another bullet from my belt and fired! Count to
nine... (ninety nine)... count to nine. I caught
it in my teeth, I licked it clean, I chewed it, I
chewed it, struck a match... I flew a dozen
stories to my stool behind a widow. Sure I'm
small, but big enough (I'm big enough), to send a
bullet through your head. A bullet through the
center of your head! I'll send a bullet through
the center of your head. Center bullet... Rent a
bullet...
Lyrics: The Centre Bullet, Skinny Puppy [end]